When The Valenti Princess Came Home Novels & Stories

“Princess Catherina. The outer barns are running low on grass feed. The traders haven’t brought more from the eastern glades.” “Then send someone tomorrow,” she said, tilting her head ever so slightly. For a heartbeat, her gaze flicked over Valia, and the sudden weight of it made Valia stiffen, forcing her eyes downward. But the princess only frowned. “You’re new.” “Yes, milady,” Valia mumbled, roughening her voice. “A temporary hand.” “Hmm.” The princess’s eyes stayed on Valia a little too long, piercing and unsettling, like a thorn pressed against her ribs, as if the she could see through the crafted layer of her disguise. Then, almost casually, Catherina turned away.

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX Elara’s POV I didn’t feel my legs for a moment. Valerie’s words sank into me like ice water. “The maid is dead.” Dead. My ears rang. My heart stopped. My breath froze halfway in my chest. “They claimed she committed suicide with a drug” Valerie whispered, her voice trembling as if the words themselves were poisonous. “Who visited her last?” My throat was too tight to answer. She leaned closer. “Princess Anna. She even demanded a moment alone with her. But no one would dare question or accuse the princess.”

she asked bitterly. Dante’s eyes met hers, dark and unwavering. “You are not a pin on this map.” Her laugh was brittle. “No? Then why did Valenti’s men follow me in the piazza yesterday? Why did one of them leave me a flower like I was already claimed?” Silence sharpened the air. Finally, Dante said, “Because Valenti knows what I know. That you are worth more than a shipment, more than docks, more than pins on a map.”

Could barely breathe. Elena Valdris was Princess Elena Ravenwood. The woman he'd treated like garbage was royalty. The woman he'd called worthless was worth more than his entire family. It was almost too absurd to believe. Like something from a fairy tale. Except this fairy tale didn't have a happy ending for the prince. In this story, the prince was the villain. And the princess had become powerful enough to destroy him. Jack drove home slowly, his mind spinning. When he walked into his mansion, Victoria was waiting in the living room with red eyes from crying.

Too many risks. After a quick shower, I sat at the desk and fired up my laptop, loading the tracking software I’d set up. Mauros. So that’s where he’d gone. Of course. The Priory. Queen Catherine’s brother, Thefros once a low level noble, now a monk. What did the prince hope to find there? Answers? Sanctuary? More importantly... what would drive him to leave the girl behind? I smirked. Whatever it was, it told me one thing, it was time to send the prince a message.

Patricia said politely. "Thank you, Patricia," Regina said with a smile. "Oh, and don't forget, please remind Chef Mario at Violet Orchid to make samples of corned beef cheese bread and blueberry cheese cupcakes to share here. Each person gets a box of both." Patricia's face beamed. "Yes, Ma'am, I'll remind him. Thank you very much, Ma'am." Regina nodded and smiled. Seeing Regina speak to her receptionist, so gently and politely, Aileen instantly knew she was worthy of the title of Heiress.

I had spent seven years turning myself into the secret blade at Enzo's back. And with one night, he had shattered that blade completely, leaving my dignity in pieces on the floor. That was fine. At least now, as the "Princess of the Valenti family," I could show him the door with a measure of dignity. "Come in, Don Gallo." Enzo stood behind me, his eyes wide with shock as he took in the ancient castle perched on a cliff, fortified with heavy weaponry.

“His Highness returned.” Velveta's fingers tightened and her heart began pounding. “What did you say?” The guards stopped and the first one glanced at her. “The prince returned.” Velveta swallowed. “And....” Her voice barely came out. “And the princess?” The guard looked at her strangely. Then smiled. “She returned too.” Thenm there was silence. Velveta stopped breathing and for one long moment, nothing moved and nothing existed. Then her knees gave way and Velveta collapsed onto the floor. The guards frowned.

Only royals could shift into silver wolves, so I was certain I'd met the young princess. I'd wanted her ever since. Every woman who approached me got the same refusal. Any man who insulted her got a warning. My fingers tightened on the sheet. I had no interest in starting a pointless feud between packs, but what that man had said about the princess was more than I could stomach. I adjusted the pillow beneath my head. I needed sleep before the next assessment. Jax shoved a picture of Ari into my head. Deep red hair, sea-green eyes, a mole at the outer corner of one eye. Even in my head, she looked ready to argue.

Valentina eyed Celeste and then the men that were closing in, one quickly grabbing Claire. “What are you doing? Leave her alone!” Valentina reached into her purse to grab her knife and took a step to help Claire but she was quickly grabbed by the two other men. “Puttana (you bitch)!” Val cried. “Pensi che solo perché sei una dannata principessa, sei special (you think just because you are some God damn princess, you are special)? You pissed off the wrong woman. And you stole my man!” “He was not yours!” Valentina braced herself for the slap and felt the cut on her lip. She licked the wound and spit the blood out, her eyes blazing at Celeste.